Nefitt remains beside Keslin as he is moved, monitoring his injuries as best he can. He has managed to stymie the flow of blood from his head, but the gash there is deep and will require stitches. Using the hodge podge of supplies within the Andalite med kit, he bandages Chris' head in such a way that pressure is being continuously applied to the wound while he moves his attention elsewhere.
It is the Dracon shot that is going to cause the real problem. Chris appears to have taken it full in the chest, and Nefitt realizes with a start that they are lucky it did not stop his heart. The fabric of his shirt is blackened and burnt, melted to his skin in some places, which is red and angry, weeping with thin rivulets of blood. His chest rises and falls in short fits and starts, and his pale skin is taking on a slightly blue pallor.
"His lungs may be damaged," he realizes, speaking to himself. "He is not breathing correctly."
He looks up at the viewscreen of the transport ship, his eyebrows furrowing. With a slight scowl he reaches over and takes Chris' ARC -- one of many pieces of Andalite technology he has been vehemently trying to avoid. Slipping it on, he clears his throat.
"If anyone can hear me, I need access to a fully stocked medical bay immediately. We need to intubate him." He pauses, then realize that perhaps that word is meaningless for a species with no mouth. "I need a tracheal tube that I can use to force artificial breathing, and I need it as soon as we land."